I write because I must
There can be no denial of this anymore
I am all things to all people
An empath that feels your pain
and puts it into word
gives it form…
I am cast aside on the home front
a prophet with no honor in his own land
But my words can reach you
teach you–save you
If even at the cost of myself…
I break for you
I lay my soul before you
Bleed the dying darkness for you
Without a thought for myself
This is the truest love
To bear all
To ease the pains of a stranger
To trade my life for yours
I could give you no greater honor…
These words are true
From the recesses of my spirit
I, like my master before me
Would die that you may live
This life of mystique laden shadow
and masking smiles
Is not for…
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